Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Not Bragging

Good grief, has it really been a month? Sorry for the long wait, friends. I've been a tad busy lately, what with college applications, scholarships, and various surprises along the way.

Where do I even start?

Well, I got into two colleges so far, so at least I know I'm going somewhere. That's good.

I also won a YoungArts award for Creative Writing a while back. For some reason I've been very calm about the whole thing, despite the fact that it's actually a pretty big deal. I get to go to a week-long workshop in L.A. week after next! I'm especially proud because one of the pieces I submitted was funny, and funny writing doesn't usually win prizes. So I'm very proud. :D

Something a little bizarre happened this morning. I walked up to a group of my friends and they burst into applause! "Congratulations!" said my yearbook co-editor-in-chief.

Me: "What?"
YCEIC: "You got a Scholastic Award!"
Me: "WHAT."
YCEIC: "I just saw this morning!"
Me: "I am so confused right now."

The reason I was so confused was that I was pretty sure I'd missed the deadline by two hours. I remembered doing this very clearly. I'd uploaded four writing pieces, but I hadn't actually pushed the Submit button.

Well, I guess I didn't need to, because I somehow wound up with two Gold Keys and two Silver Keys in the regional division of the Scholastic Writing Awards. So...yay? Seriously, no idea how that happened, but I'm still pretty happy about it. (Also congratulations to YCEIC and my other Creative Writing friend, who also got several awards from Scholastic!)

Also I finally finished my last-ever P.E. class. I get to take Painting and Drawing now instead, which is awesome! We're painting black-and-white lemons.

Got to go to class now. See ya soon!

Saturday, January 3, 2015


So for Christmas my mom bought herself a robot vacuum cleaner. It's like a Roomba except it's not a Roomba, it's a Neato and it's supposed to work better or something.

I don't trust it.

It's out there right now, learning the floor plan to our house. I can hear it whirring and eating all the dust bunnies. The cats are wary. The cricket that was in the living room last night is hopefully gone and safe. The household waits in quiet suspense to see whether its new member will be a nice robot, or one of the ones that starts the Singularity.

Mom's taken to calling the thing Hazel and using she/her pronouns in an attempt to make it more human. (I don't know why we couldn't have a nice nonbinary vacuum, but Hazel does belong to Mom so I guess it's Mom's call. Maybe it's to counterbalance our two male cats with another girl in the house.)

Annnd...she's gone. I can still hear her just around the corner, though.

I just heard Mom reassuring one of the cats. "It's okay, honey, it won't get you." How can you be so sure, Mom? How can you be SURE???

Mom also said that watching the Neato was a good parenting experience because you have to back off and let it learn on its own. Let me repeat that. It learns on its own. This thing has some kind of AI, however primitive, and it is coming to get us.

So if I die mysteriously in the next few weeks, you all know why.

Monday, December 8, 2014


Taking a hiatus from the blog. I don't know how long it will be. Have fun on the internet or something.
Oh, happy belated second anniversary, by the way. 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Why Derek Landy is my favorite author


Monday, November 3, 2014

I'm a chicken

I have been very, very busy lately. Between college apps, normal writing, learning how to use the drawing program I found that ACTUALLY WORKS (YAAAAAAY!) and keeping up with schoolwork and friendships, I've had an exhausting few weeks. I'm also trying to work up a writing portfolio for college scholarships, which is frickin' hard. I have about eight different stories I want to write before my last deadline and no time to write them in.

Which is why I'm once again not doing NaNoWriMo this year, even though I said I would.

But that doesn't mean I'm not writing. My goal is to write at least 2,000 words a day, but I'm not going to limit myself to one project. I'm going to work up and edit a whole lot of short stories and essays, as well as hopefully finishing a few longer projects I've started.

I AM starting a new story, a longer project I came up with a while ago. It's definitely new territory for me...and I have ideas for a couple short stories series, which will probably go up on my other blog, so look out for those.

Meanwhile, I am having lots of fun with FireAlpaca, the drawing program I mentioned. Look what I drew my dad for his birthday!

It's Freddy the Pig fan art! 

And here's a cartoon for the school newspaper that unfortunately did not make it in because the school email was being stupid and I couldn't make the deadline.

It was going to be an illustration for an article on typing notes versus writing them.

And THIS is a picture of my fictional character Igor dipping someone else's fictional character Max:

Off-panel: Max's boyfriend thinking "Please don't drop him."

Anyway, hopefully I'll have something for my other blog soon. See ya!

Monday, October 20, 2014

It's been a really good day

I am amazingly happy right now. The thing that I thought was impossible happened. IT HAPPENED. And I keep checking to make sure it's true, because WOW! I just...I've been alternating between bundle of nerves, trembling with shock, laughing, almost crying, and trying to express inexpressible joy in these feeble sounds and symbols we call words. It's not nearly enough, but it's all we've got. So make the most of your words! Shout to the sky! Write poetry or prose or whatever the hell you want! Try to express that inexpressible joy bursting through your heart, try futilely, beautifully, clumsily, just TRY IT! Because...what you think is impossible might not be. What you think can never happen might happen if you give it a chance. 

Sunday, October 5, 2014

A Really Bad Limerick and a Failed Triolet

There once was a mad scientist
Who, perusing his extensive client list,
Discovered to his dismay
His latest death ray
Was built for his nemesis's podiatrist.


This started off as a triolet
But something went wrong and I must admit
I'm not quite sure how I feel about it
But this started off as a triolet
Then it took its own reigns and it ran with it
And I'm not really sure where the path did split
But this started out as a triolet
And apparently I can't write poetry for s***
So I put down my pen and I say "Screw it
I might as well just learn how to knit
I'm bloody well done with this poetry s***

(But this started out as a triolet.)